An: So here it is. I hope you like it. I know it's kinda short. But this is just the beginning. I also wanna let you know that you can tell me if you hate it's cool.

BPOV

"When you say we-" I whispered.

"I mean my family and myself." Each word separate and distinct.

I shook my head back and forth mechanically, trying to clear it. He waited without any sign of impatience. It took a few minutes before I could speak.

"Okay." I said. "I'll with you?"

"You can't, Bella. Where we're going... It's not the right place for you."

"Where you are is the right place for me."

"I'm no good for you, Bella."

"Don't be ridiculous." I wanted to sound angry, but it just sounded like begging. "You're the best part of my life."

"My world is not for you." he said grimly.

"What happened with Jasper - that was nothing, Edward! Nothing."

"You're right," he agreed. "It was exactly what was to be expected."

"You promised! In Phoenix, you promised that you would stay-"

"As long as that was best for you." he interrupted to correct me.

"No! This is about my soul, isn't it!" I shouted, furious, the words exploding out of me - somehow it still sounded like a plea. "Carlisle told me about that, and I don't care, Edward. I don't care! You can have my soul. I don't want it without you it's your already!"

He took a deep breath and stared, unseeing, at the ground for a long moment. His mouth twisted the tiniest bit. when He finally looked up, his eyes were different, harder-like the liquid gold had frozen solid.

"Bella, I don't want you to come with me." He spoke the words slowly and precisely, his cold eyes on my face, watching as I absorbed what he was really saying.

There was a pause as I repeated the words in my head a few times, sifting through them for their real meaning. That was all it took. I took a breath. I looked down. Okay, he didn't want me. That was fine. I could deal. What does that mean? I could have kids one day, I could go to college. I could grow old with someone. I could love again. It hurts but some people are dying, starving, loosing love ones. This is not the end of the world. I could go on and be happy. I smiled at this. I lifted my head meeting his eyes. His eyes still held that inherent darkness but as I looked back into those gold eyes. Disgust. Hate. Contempt.

"You're Disgusting." I blurted. His perfect eyebrow pulls together.

"Excuse me?" He looked so confused. I took a breath.

"You're Disgusting. You've killed people. I don't care if they are 'EVIL'. Murder is murder. You're disgusting."

"But.." He looked devastated. And I felt... POWER.

Nothing but power. I had never felt power in my life. I was too slight to have psychical power over anyone. I never considered emotional power. He told me, he was more powerful than me so many times. That he could destroy me in every physical way. And I could never hurt him PHYSICALLY. But I could make him my bitch emotionally. I took a breath about to tear him a new asshole but...

But I didn't want that. I looked at him. I really looked at him. I had destroyed him with one sentence. I took a step closer brushing fingertips over his cold skin. Feeling that spark. That's the last time I'll feel that spark. Sigh. This is IT.

"You're not disgusting. I'm just angry." I took another step wrapping my arms around him, hugging him. "I love you. Goodbye forever, Edward Cullen." I got up on my tippy toes and gave him a peck on the lips. I turned and walked toward my house.

It didn't hurt. Basically our whole relationship was a collection of moments of him trying not to love me. I stopped when I was about to break the treeline, just processing my emotions and I could breathe. It was over and I could breath. I had waited for the pain, waiting for the tears to spring in my eyes. They never came. I broke the treeline and just plopped down onto the soft, welcoming grass of my backyard.

What Now?

Everything I had planned for the future. I no longer thought about college because I thought I was gonna run away with Edward. And then the tears came. I'm so pathetic. There was no plan B. God. Did I really fucking do this? Let my whole future ride on a guy. On a Boy. On a Boy. No plans. I have become my fucking MOTHER. Impulsive. I didn't think about a world without him. What do I want to do with my life?

Well let's find out, Swan. Let's find out. And I got off my ass running into the house. And into the kitchen.

"Bells." Charlie yelled as he entered the house. I walk into the kitchen and began assembling dinner.

"Hey, Dad." I smiled as he hooked his gun belt up.

"No Edward?" He tried to hide his smile but I didn't miss it.

"Nope, we broke up," He eyebrows pulled together. As he walked toward the table into the kitchen.

"Huh." He blurted as he fell into the chair.

"Yeah he is moving somewhere with his family and he broke up with me." I was chopping onions and he must have mistaken my tears for sadness because he grunted.

"Never liked that kid, Bells. You're better off without em'." He started to play with his mustache and I giggled. He smiled "What?"

"You look so dark and mysterious, Dad. Petting your mustache." I giggled some more. And he chuckled, shaking his head at my antics. I threw the onions into the beef mixture.

"What's for dinner?"

"Taco." I smiled as I put the shells in the oven.

"You're all smiles today, Bells." He leaned back.

"Oh I better stop I don't want to get laugh lines like you, Old Man." I giggled.

"I'm not that old Bells."

"Are you sure, cause I would've sworn. I'm 18. So you are pushing 40, Old Man."

"I'm still 25, on the inside."

"Just keep telling yourself that."

"Doesn't your mom always say you were born middle-aged. So by my calculations you even older than me Bells."

"But that's mentally. Physically, I'm 18. I'm in my prime, Dad."

"Ok, Bells. You win I'm old." He lifted himself up with a groan stretching give me a flash of his little beer belly and I reach, giving it a little fat. He glares at me. "So I'm old and fat. Wow Bells, really trying to hurt the me today."

"You're not old. And you're not fat." I gave him a tight hug. "I love you, daddy" I gave him on the cheek. Then pushing out the kitchen. I finished Dinner and we eat. We actually talked. Enjoyed each other company. I retreat to my room. I fell onto my bed. What to do with my life? I reach over to my nightstand which I had a pen. Opening the drawer, I pulled out a note pad. I began to write, laying on my stomach.

My Future,

I like to read

English?

Yes,

Writer? No

Teacher, Yes

Plan,

Finish Senior with A's

Become Valedictorian -I'll be the top of our class now that Edwards gone.

College? U of S? U of W?- University of Washington, definitely.

I actually loved the idea of being an English teacher. Now that I had thought about. I know it's stupid to just think that I write something and then it'll happen. But I'm gonna make it happen. I set it down on my nightstand. I look at the clock it's 6 not tired. What to do? I looked at my trainers and I quickly through sweats and a sports Bra. Walking toward the hallway I pulled my trainers on, almost killing myself as my right shoe refuse to slip into the shoe. I fell to the grounded. Charlie ran out of his room at the thud and my subsequent curse.

"Bells, are you okay?" He tried note to laugh as he saw me sprawled on the floor. I glared at him. And that's when the shoe fucking decided to slip on. I stood righting myself.

"Dad, I'm going for a run." I said turning and running down the stares, watch out for the tricky one that had tripped me everyday since I moved here. I jumped over it and made the next

Yeah that's right step you're my bitch. Fuck ya. I gave myself a first pump as I sprinted out the door. It was cold, as I took a breath I could see it. Cold. Makes me feel... Alive. My heart races and I shiver. I looked out over my neighborhood. Nothing but green. New growth. I am a new Bella. A happy Bella. And I sprinted off my porch. And into the future.

AN: Disclaimer I do not own twilight. I don't know I kinda like it. Tell me what you think does it suck it is awesome. Are you excited for her to meet Paul. How is that gonna Play out.

Thanks for Reading.